hello mr darcy

Darcy smiled and bent his eyes very gently: "As you wish, my dear girl."

Lydia raised her eyes unexpectedly, and secretly glanced at Mr. Darcy's face two or three times in extreme surprise.Ever since the bet was made out, Darcy seemed to have been opened up to Ren and Du's two veins, and the sweet words came as soon as he said it.Even Lydia couldn't help but bump into the deer several times with such a serious appearance.

Although it was very sweet in her heart, Lydia couldn't help complaining in her heart: the serious male god suddenly became gentle, and it really is a big killer.

The contrast is cute!This stuff has the most impact.

If it was Mr. Bingley who talked so sweetly to Jane, it probably wouldn't be so surprising.As Lydia thought about it, she almost couldn't help covering her face.

When I think of Mr. Bingley, I have to recall Darcy's gentle and affectionate appearance in Netherfield two days ago. At that time, when Mr. Bingley who overheard accidentally turned around and left, his footsteps fluttered.

Before he could go far in three or two steps, his left foot mixed with his right foot, and he fell hard.That look really made Lydia shy and couldn't help but want to laugh...

Darcy looked at the corners of the girl's mouth that turned up involuntarily, and his eyes couldn't help but soften a little.Even the jealousy in my heart when I was going to see another man in the factory quietly calmed down.

Smith... who is that?

Mr. Darcy, an elegant gentleman, turned his face and refused to admit that the person whose heart was sour after hearing the name just now was himself.

The carriage experienced a lot of tossing by Lydia, and the four wooden wheels looked like airbags wrapped in a circle, and the bumps were finally much better.

Along the way, Lydia finally didn't feel the pain of falling apart.

After getting out of the carriage, she stretched comfortably.She once rode in a carriage, as if she had been beaten all over her body. That terrible feeling finally left her for the time being.

The girl's playful and lazy appearance made Darcy feel weak.He arranged the driver very quickly, and walked towards Lydia: "Smith is ready, do you want to go in?"

Lydia turned her head, blinked and nodded: "Of course!"

"Smith can complete the task so quickly this time and solve the order problem. I'm really amazed!" Lydia was halfway through speaking, and then she saw the emotion in Darcy's eyes.

Sourness, jealousy, caring... There is still a bit of wet grievance?

The little person in Lydia wanted to shout loudly, and sneaked up to rub Mr. Darcy's serious but even more lovely cheeks.However, you can only think about it in your heart.

On the surface, Lydia was very calm.He coughed dryly two or three times, covered his mouth and smiled lightly: "Of course, this is not an extremely important matter. Mr. Darcy, we have to prepare for going to London later..."

As expected, seeing the joy in Darcy's eyes gradually overflowing, Lydia felt even more itchy.Why didn't I see before that Mr. Darcy is such a lovely gentleman!

"Miss Bennet." Smith was still sweating on his forehead, and the clothes on his body were not so exquisite.It was dusty, but the whole person was in a good state of mind, and those eyes were frighteningly bright.

Lydia turned her head and nodded politely at Smith: "Hello, Smith."

Smith was still holding a half-length pencil in his hand, and even his fingertips were gray with pencil ink.At first glance, I'm afraid it just looked up from the design.

As if he had just noticed the gentleman next to him, Smith wiped the sweat from his forehead a little embarrassedly, trying to make himself decent.However, the pen and ink between the fingers left a few marks on the forehead, which looked even more ridiculous.

Darcy's face was very calm, and he nodded slightly: "Smith."

Lydia held back her smile, and then said to Smith, "How did you solve the problem you encountered with that order in the letter you wrote to me a few days ago?"

"Oh, yes!" Smith slapped his forehead, and then remembered his original intention, "Of course, of course. Let's go in and talk."

He turned around and pointed to the main factory building not far away: "Go there and have a look, and you will understand. I just made a new thing, and I was so happy that I forgot about this business!"

Although Lydia can't do Zhou Gong's breasts, she can be regarded as a person who loves talents.Of course he likes to have a subordinate like Smith, and of course he doesn't show any displeasure on his face.On the contrary, the smile on his face never stopped: "It's okay, let's go in first!"

She patted Darcy's stiff body lightly, and blinked at this sneaky and jealous man.The playful appearance of the girl, the long eyelashes are like two extremely gentle brushes, scratching Darcy's heart twice, making his heart itch.

His face couldn't be straight anymore, and the smile spread from the corners of his eyes, and the warmth was visibly transmitted to his whole body, and his whole body became gentle after a while.

Lydia noticed it naturally, lowered her head, and walked ahead.However, the light red color at the base of her ears fully revealed her joy.

It's a pity that Smith, the only one who can appreciate this shy beauty, doesn't have this string in his heart. It is estimated that if he has this skill, it would be better for him to draw a few design drawings with a pen in his mouth.

And Mr. Darcy...

As for the joy in his heart that was about to be soaked in honey, I am afraid that his excellent observation skills in normal times are also swallowing jujubes at this moment.

Sentimental drinking water enough!

After entering the factory, Lydia realized how much change her few letters and funds had brought to the factory in just a few months.

Unfamiliar machines were lined up from one end of the factory building to the other.On the mature assembly line, the workers all have happy smiles on their faces and are full of energy.

Smith led them round and round, making two turns on the assembly line before finally arriving at their destination.

He turned around and stopped, pointing at this machine that Lydia had never seen before, with an extremely excited smile on his face: "This is what I want to say!"

Lydia looked puzzled.

"This machine is simply a miracle!" Smith's eyes glowed, and he couldn't help but speed up his speech, "Miss Bennet, Mr. Darcy, you must not imagine that this machine is connected to the river behind the factory, It can be operated extremely quickly without us doing anything..."

Lydia raised her eyebrows, and had a guess in her heart: This is the predecessor of the energy converter commonly used in later generations, right?

Darcy pursed his lips, the river behind him was flowing fast.At the beginning, this was also one of the reasons why Lydia's heart moved slightly.Now that he saw the creation of this machine, he finally understood what the girl was thinking.

Although Darcy had guessed this terrible energy conversion before, he couldn't help denying it.How can the power of nature be used precisely in such delicate work as spinning.

At this moment, Darcy could not help admiring the girl's long-term thinking.Even the eyes that looked at Lydia were full of surprise, a little more unexpected joy.

Lydia took two steps forward and circled the machine twice before doubts appeared in her eyes.

She pointed to a high pulley: "Where did this come from?"

Smith raised his head and looked in the direction of Lydia's fingertips. Ben's face, which was full of smiles, froze for a moment.The man who was not good at words couldn't help avoiding his eyes at this moment, his lips moved, but he couldn't answer right away.

"That, that is us..." Smith stumbled a bit.

Darcy also realized the problem, stepped forward two steps, and stood beside the girl: "Where did this come from?"

Lydia understood that such a pulley would not be surprising if it appeared in later generations.However, in this age, there might not be many pulleys in the whole city that are so neatly polished.

Although her business is doing well, Lydia has self-knowledge after all.Such a good thing is definitely not something that money can buy.

"Where did you come from, Smith?" she asked again.

Smith's lips moved, and it took a long time before he finally gave up and sighed: "This pulley was sold together with this machine. At the beginning, I was also curious, how can I provide such a good accessory."

"Huh?" Darcy's voice rose slightly.

Smith paused for a long time before shaking his head helplessly: "He said he wouldn't let us tell you, Miss Bennet. I'm never a liar, I told him so."

Lydia stepped forward, frowning slightly: "Smith, who is it?"

"Mr Bernal."

Lydia opened her eyes slightly, the name appeared unexpectedly.She always thought that this name and that person should never be seen again in this lifetime.

"Richard Bernal?" Lydia asked.

Smith nodded.

Lydia's eyes drooped slightly, and she slowly landed on the machine in front of her.After standing for a long time, he finally sighed: "Bernal..."

Smith was a little worried, and unconsciously clenched the end of the pencil in his hand: "Miss Bennet, are you okay?"

Lydia didn't speak, but her eyes were somewhat helpless and disappointed.The somewhat blocked feeling in my heart, the indescribable soreness.

She turned her head and looked at Mr. Darcy standing behind her as always, so affectionately.

Lydia stood there for a long time and sighed slowly.

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Darcy (unhappy): It's just haunting!

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2018-02-0515:49:43